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Glancing over the merry scene, Bloody Mary sat on its throne and counted the time.

It didn't mind the noise. Truth be told, it was fond of the noisy and merry scene from a certain perspective.

Attending a banquet as the king was a first for Bloody Mary too. The admiration and respect it got from its subjects was very fresh and it tasted good. Do note that it usually ended up dead, with its head separated from its body or sliced in half, sometimes it even got blasted into a pile of ashes. It had never been treated this way.

If there was no upcoming mission, it would really be a fine day.

Thinking about what it had to face next, Bloody Mary couldn't hold back its sigh.

Why couldn't it clone itself? Why couldn't it be at two places at one time?

If it could clone itself, it would tell its clone to work and it would stay back and rest, enjoying the feeling of being a king. How good would that be?

"Sire."